#usually i make things with a purpose but this time i really just wanted to draw amit and sammy again LOL

[yandere-sins]

Solitude

a/n: Just a little something I wrote after playing the update and seeing Mydei be all alone. Hope you guys enjoy it ♥ Warnings: Yandere, Kidnapping, Depression & Desperation, Depiction of loneliness, Possessiveness, Sexual Innuendos, Implied Forced Marriage by Parents, Soft Yandere (at some parts), Long Post

Cruelty came in many forms.

Kicking someone who was already down was cruel, as was forcing another person to commit crimes. But it all paled in comparison to kidnapping you in your sleep, taking you too far from your home—or any civilization, really—to return to it by yourself, and keeping you in constant danger and maddening loneliness just so he could have you all to himself.

On that day, when you first heard of Mydei's departure, you were filled with relief. Relief which you hadn't felt in so long. Usually, it was discomfort, stress, and fear. There were days you didn't leave your home just to avoid him. But you couldn't on that day, so your fate ran its course.

Even though you tried, you couldn't outrun it this time.

Standing at the edge of the once glorious city, you watched the rubble perish into an endless abyss beneath your feet. One step further and you would have lost your footing, plummeting together with the earth. He wouldn't have let you, realistically, but you liked to imagine it occasionally. It soothed your anguished mind to think about possible escapes, even if there was no way out from his clutches.

Castrum Kremnos—or at least what remained of it—was mostly quiet that day. No moaning, groaning, or growling from the beasts that haunted it, and yet, the ground shook ever so often, reminding you of the monster fighting on the other side of the city. The vibrations beneath your feet were a reminder and a promise at the same time.

Don't do anything stupid. I am right here.

As if the colossal walls and buildings didn't constantly remind you of that. Even when they were empty, it felt like watchful eyes leered down at you from above, the wind howling through the broken parts as if they were whispering to Mydei about you, telling him all he wanted to know. It was never truly silent in this prison that was your life.

In a way, they reminded you of your parents, the original perpetrators of your misery. They hadn't been happy when Mydei declared himself the last king, laying down his title that they had always hoped would make their child a consort one day. For some reason, they had followed this poor man for so long on his journey, shoving you into his face until, eventually, he'd take you for a spouse, and they'd get to benefit from this union. That was their hope, their whole purpose in life.

Your purpose.

It failed the day Mydei left Okhema and all Kremnoians behind. But only partly, in a way they wouldn't have expected. Because they didn't know or didn't want to know what and who he really was. Your parents wouldn't listen to you and would put you in your place if you even dared to express disapproval of the union they wished for you and the former prince. Mydei never even knew why you were forced to approach him in the first place.

But by the time you told him, it was already too late.

Because he was in love, he said. With you, he whispered in the corner of the Garden of Life a long time ago, holding your hand loosely clasped in his, with the tips of his golden claws digging into your palm. I want you, said in a voice that didn't befit him, too soft, without the edge of a nagging or scolding undertone. It created a knot in your stomach and almost made you throw up into his lap then and there. Ironic, wasn't it? That the thing you were forced to want, was what unsettled you the most.

And yet, your parents made you go to his farewell ceremony. Even if you were not going to be his consort, they hadn't lost hope of being rewarded for their efforts by being patriotic to their king. You thought they were stupid to still play this game, even if Kremnos had fallen. Even when Mydei had decided to become a god and fulfill the only duty he felt bound to.

You had almost admired him as he parted the crowd with every one of his steps, head held high. His gaze dropped to you, despite the countless heads between the two of you, and you had bowed, smiling as you were filled with a feeling of freedom that you thought went through him, too, at that moment. Mydei looked so at peace. You thought it meant the same for you.

"Careful."

Sharp, golden claws wrapped around your arm as you were pulled back. Still catching his breath, his chest rose and fell against your body, Mydei's other arm reaching for your hip, caging you against him. You were far enough away from the edge, yet you still looked out at it longingly. It was a way out. One of many, you assumed. And one of many he disapproved of.

"You don't want to fall in there."

"I wouldn't know," you whispered before taking a deep breath, brushing off his hands, and turning around to look him in the eyes, hoping that some of the distaste and hatred you felt for him would convey through your gaze. "I wasn't even born when my parents left the city."

"I know what it's like to fall in there, that's enough," Mydei insisted, the swirling red in his eyes both unnerving and challenging to look at, reminding you he wasn't like you. It made you feel... helpless. Trapped. Punished for some reason. So you shook your head and looked away.

Once more, the city fell silent with only the wind whispering as it rustled through hair and clothes, making them sway in the wind. Almost like the day that Mydei took you, the same day he left the city. By the time you laid your head to rest, everyone thought he was long gone, and you enjoyed leaving your window open for the first time in years. It felt so good to feel the wind on your face without worrying over nightly visitors and you slept with a smile.

Only to be harshly awoken by wetness splattering on your face. Cruelty knew no bounds as the first thing you saw when you opened your eyes was the life leaving a Titankin, blood splaying everywhere while you were clutched tightly against Mydei's chest, his skin and clothes just as bloody, and you were, too. Mydei was cruelty incarnate, yet you were surprised that he left with the only thing that meant enough to him to take with as he returned home.

You.

"I saw this. Made me think about you."

The sound you made as Mydei held out the little violet towards you was more sneer than you wanted it to be. Ironic. Everything about this was so ironic. You took it from his claws, the poor thing being squeezed to death between his fingers. Much like you were, you thought, in a strange feeling of camaraderie.

"It was the only flower I could find beneath all the rubble. Thought you might like it since you keep complaining about the dirt."

Opening your mouth, you were about to tell him that he just had to take you back to Okhema so you could be rid of it all. However, the constant arguing with him had worn you down enough to not start it again. Pointing out the similarity between his statement and your situation wouldn't help either; Mydei effortlessly ignored any mention of wrongdoing. But he had made it clear, even before kidnapping you, that you were a flower amongst the ruins of his life. A rare ray of sunshine in a world dipped in blood and cruelty.

You agreed with a man's opinion once, telling him that his ideas weren't absurd, and now he worshipped you in his own twisted way.

Twirling the stem between your fingers, you watched the petals dance. One single flower in all of Castrum Kremnos. And Mydei had to ruin it, another similarity you shared with the flower. One god, one human, one flower. A whole lot of fighting, rubble, and monsters. It was all so ironic and all so... lonely.

Taking a few steps away from him and the enticing abyss, you came to a halt again fairly quickly. There was no one you had to hurry for, nothing to go to. This place was the kingdom of isolation, and you needed to almost fall off a cliff for Mydei to appear, why not use the chance?

"Do you ever regret leaving Okhema?", you asked, still watching the flower in your hand. However, when you had to wait for a reply, your eyes darted up, seeing Mydei stare at the flower, too, deep in thought.

"No," he finally said, looking up to meet your gaze, and your lips twisted into a knowing pitiful smile.

"Liar," you called him out. "It's so lonely here. The solitude is killing me; I don't believe it doesn't affect you."

"It doesn't," he immediately replied, firmly this time. He closed the distance in a meager two steps, grabbing your hand that was still holding the flower and squeezing it tightly. The tips of his claws poked your skin, burning as they tore through the layers until you released the fragile bloom with a gasp. But it never hit the floor.

"I never lie. I don't need to lie," Mydei hissed, resentful of your mischaracterization of him. He had caught the flower between his claws, and your heart ached for it, seeing how it most likely was going to be destroyed in his clutches, the god having very little sentiment for the fragility of life.

But to your surprise, he raised it high, all the way up to your temple. The cold metal brushed your skin, hair strands tangling between the claws, some of them getting cut off as he brushed them back. When Mydei withdrew his hand, there was no flower left in his grasp, instead, he rested his palm alongside your face, cupping your cheek that was wet with tears that you hadn't realized had fallen.

"I'm not lonely, I have you. What more do I need, when all I want is right here? And what more do you want when I am here with you?"

"My freedom," you croaked. "My life, my peace."

Mydei let out a loud, humorless laugh as he listened with furrowed brows. His hand fell from your face, tears making the gold shimmer in the lights as his gaze softened ever so slightly. "That's what I gave you."

"No," you whispered, shaking your head with increasing ferocity. "That's not it, this is--"

"Solitude. The freedom to do what you want, live the life you want and find peace with everything and yourself. It's exactly what you wanted."

"But..."

Unable to find the words to argue against him, your body slowly stilled, shoulders sacking as you realized you couldn't debate it. He was right. Mydei was actually right.

All your life you had done what others wanted, never what you did. You hadn't even played in dirt as child before coming to Castrum Kremnos. You didn't get to live you life or be at peace with your decisions... there never were any decisions, not even whether you'd come here. But now that you were... Mydei was right.

So why weren't you happy?

"But I'm lonely," you whispered, barely loud enough to even hear yourself. Even without living by your own definition before, you had always been surrounded by people. Friends, neighbors, good people. Even Mydei had been by your side long before he loved you. But now that it was only you two, it was no longer enough, even if he had given you everything you always wanted in life. He couldn't return the happy times you hung out with, talked to everyone else, learned new things, and worked hard towards a common goal with those around you.

Despite it all, it still wasn't what you wanted.

Mydei thought for a long time, his back turned towards you, before he suddenly placed his arms akimbo, looking at the sky. "I wanted to wait, you know," he sighed heavily, as if burdened by his words. "Give you the time. Have you come to me."

In a split second, he had turned around and closed the distance between you two. He was so close, you felt his breath on your skin, your eyes having fallen on his lips that hovered just above you. "I gave you freedom," he murmured, goosebumps running down your spine as your pulse quickened. "Returned your life to you, gave you a chance to acquire peace."

Next thing you knew, Mydei's lips crashed on yours, hot and tight, both passionate and awkward, as if it was his first time. And yet, he took the lead, confidently, unwavering, as he pried your lips open, sliding his tongue inside to meet yours, unite them as he sucked in the remainder of your breath. Taking it all from you as if possessed with prying your very soul from you. Cruel, demanding, and so, so devoted to making your head blur, mind race, and heart leap.

Your fingers clawed into his shoulders, which he took as a sign to draw closer, to bare himself even more to you as the lovesick fool he was. You felt his weight leaning on you as he tipped you backward, as if to throw both of you off the cliff he had warned you about. Almost as if his knees were giving out beneath him as he wanted to kneel before you. As if this kiss was a sign of worship, rather than whatever Mydei thought he was doing. You could have torn him open, and you doubted he would have minded at that moment as he sunk you both deeper into the kiss, like an ocean, deep and neverending.

And you could only hold on to him, as the only lifeline keeping you from drowning.

Abruptly, your feet left the ground, legs spread open as he forced your hips against his, securing you with one arm beneath your thighs and one clawed hand clasping the nape of your neck. Suddenly, you were the one looking down at him from above, his neck stretching to look up at you, following the lure of your lips even though it was interrupted not shortly after.

"Ask me," he demanded breathlessly. "Ask me to take it away."

"Take what?" you answered, your brain still too frazzled to understand.

Mydei's face contorted in something akin to pain as if it hurt him to tell you what he wanted, and you couldn't understand it. He always had a snide retort. He never hesitated to throw back a comment and to argue with anyone. Yet it hurt him to ask you something? Or was it not hurt you had seen at all?

What if it was the desperation of need?

A need for what?

"Please," he begged. Mydei begged. The Mydei softened his voice to beg you. "Please ask me."

"Ask you to what?" you replied more firmly, assured by the shivers you felt beneath your nails as you dug them deeper into his body that he understood that he needed to speak clearly. Suddenly, you were in a completely different situation than before, a surge of power going through you as his eyes darted back and forth between the two of yours, his jaw ticking as he fought his inner demons not to sink so low. If he asked you, and you said no, it would surely tear him apart, you realized that, but you didn't even know what he wanted to say in the first place.

"... away."

"Louder," you whispered as you missed the first part, Mydei's teeth so delightfully clenched as you made him repeat himself.

"Let me take the loneliness away."

Abruptly, the strange tension Mydei had created between you two fell off, your shoulders slacking as you breathed out curtly. You felt the risen spirits fall back into a deep depression as you shook your head slowly, Mydei's body tensing even more than it had before.

"You can't," you whispered. "It won't last."

"Then I'll prove it to you."

Tightening his hold on you, Mydei squatted slightly before taking a big leap. The sudden loss of gravity and the disappearing ground tore a scream out of you, and you clung to him unintentionally.

"You can't!"

"I do!" Mydei replied, sounding optimistic as he clutched you tightly against him, freeing his arms to wrap them around you as you were holding on to him mostly on your own now. "I did it all for you, I can take the loneliness away as well! Watch me!"

"You're crazy!"

"Stop talking like Phainon, it pisses me off!"

The heavy thud that followed should have broken some bones if not for the fact that Mydei absorbed the landing completely. And further, he continued walking as if he hadn't just taken a massive leap across the city, completely unbothered, his goal still unknown.

"You can't," you mumbled, feeling unwell after the experience. But you forced your eyes open, recognizing the hallway leading to the room he had claimed and reinforced for you to live in.

"You don't known that."

"No one can take loneliness away, Mydei!"

His shoulder suddenly rammed into the enforced door, opening it up enough to squeeze you two through the gap before he turned his back, forcing it to shut again. "I'll show you I can. All you need is me. You should have asked me for it, why don't you understand that?"

Somehow, his words gave you a bad feeling. When you met his eyes, your stomach churned with the fear of the unknown, his gaze tearing you apart, baring you down to the bone to him. You two were back in the safest place in all of Kremnos, and yet, you felt in grave danger, especially when the heavy door finally closed to perfection. It was as if you were locked in with a predator, and you were the meal he was starving after for years.

You gulped.

"I didn't say yes."

Mydei's lips curled into a grin as you were slowly released from his hold, sliding off onto wobbly feet. Every step you took back, he matched one of his. However, he moved towards you, the space to escape him running out quicker than you wanted. There was no running, yet you still didn't believe him. It was impossible to take away the loneliness. Even for a short moment, it wouldn't change the situation or your relationship for the better. It wouldn't make a change big enough to stop you from longing for more.

"But you didn't say no," was his final reply to this matter, and once again, frustratingly, he was right.

One day, if it wasn't the solitude that killed you, it would be Mydei; you were sure of it as you had to watch him close the distance—pounce like the monster he was.

Gods, you prayed silently. Let it be solitude.

[aajjks]

The Boy (IV)

synopsis. All he ever wanted was someone to love.

pairing: yandere!brahms doll jungkook x fem!nanny reader. ft. Cha eunwoo.

genre: 18+ horror, smut, angst and yandere.

warnings. 18+ YÁNDÈRÈ, dàrk thèmès, dïstúrbíng thèmès, mèntïóns ôf à dàrk pàst, yn ïs só dàmn hórny, dóll, erríe thèmès, únsèttlíng thèmès, híghly sèxúàl thèmès, nèèdy, shàmlèss ýn, tsúndèrè èúnwòò.

wc: idek it’s long tho

fic note. Please keep in mind that this fanfiction is the exact copy of the movie from the same name “the boy” (2016) so if you find any similarities, that’s on purpose. Also viewer discretion is highly advised.

note. Chapter 4 is here please share your thoughts honestly if it’s a little shitty I apologize but it took me a lot of days to finish this, but it’s gonna get so much more juicier. I promise let’s get into this and please share feedback because it really keeps me going and ENJOY!

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•••

You wake up, and it’s like the morning should feel normal, right?

But your body is still pulsing with yesterday’s chaos, still aching with that craving.

The doll, though, that little bastard, is still sitting there in the corner, staring at you. You blink, wiping sleep from your eyes, and sigh.

“Why do I even care?” you whisper to no one.

But, for some reason, it feels like there’s something alive in this house. Something watching.

You swing your legs off the bed, feeling that pull, the one that makes you want to collapse back under the sheets.

But the day’s already waiting, and you know you’ve got a damn job to do.

The rules. God, those rules linger in your mind like some haunting melody you can’t get rid of.

First things first, you need to go tend to him.

You stand up, glancing at the mirror, your reflection caught in that weird light. The feeling of being watched is heavier today.

God, was it always this bad?

You walk down the stairs, your steps feeling heavier than usual. Every creak of the floorboards makes you jump.

But, just as you reach the living room, there he is.

Eunwoo. Eating his breakfast. As if nothing happened. “Good morning,” you say, your voice sounding too loud.

He barely looks up from his plate, a small grunt escaping him.

It’s like he’s pretending you’re not even there.

You stare at him for a moment, feeling the heat rising in your cheeks.

“You’re gonna ignore me again?” No response.

You almost want to scream.

Then, you look at the clock. It’s almost time to do the doll’s routine.

Your mind drifts again. And the moment you think of him, the rush of longing hits you like a wave.

You start walking toward the room where the doll waits, but your steps falter when you hear something faint.

A whisper?

You stop dead in your tracks, listening carefully.

“Stay.”

The voice comes from the doll. Or, that’s what you think.

You shiver, but it’s not out of fear. It’s something else. Something dark.

As you walk toward the room, the tension is unbearable.

You open the door and— There he is. Just sitting, his glassy eyes fixed in place.

You can almost feel his gaze, even though he’s not really alive.

“Stay.”

You hear it again, but it’s so soft. So insistent.

You let out a shaky breath, walking in closer, kneeling in front of him.

You talk to him like he’s real. You have to.

“I’m here, JK,” you say. “I’m here.”

But deep down, there’s something gnawing at you. Something so unsettling. The silence is deafening.

You swallow, your eyes darting nervously to the door.

“I’ll make it up to you,” you whisper. “You’ve been so patient with me.”

But then, out of nowhere, a voice cuts through the quiet.

Eunwoo.

He’s standing in the doorway, arms crossed.

“Are you really talking to that thing like it’s a person?” You blink, feeling your face heat up in embarrassment.

But instead of feeling ashamed, your desire only grows.

He’s standing there, as cold as ever, and yet, there’s something off about the way he’s looking at you.

Your thoughts spiral.

“I don’t care if it’s not real, Eunwoo,” you snap, not caring that your voice shakes. “I just want something to look at me like that.”

His expression doesn’t change. He’s still cold, unaffected.

But it pisses you off.

You stand up, your body suddenly tense.

“You know, you could at least acknowledge me, instead of just staring at that doll like it’s your damn king.”

He raises an eyebrow. “JK doesn’t need you. He’s better off without you.”

The words sting, but they only fuel your frustration.

“Is that so?” You take a step closer. “Because, from where I’m standing, you’ve got the whole ‘ignoring me’ thing down.”

His eyes flicker for just a second.

Then he speaks again, his voice so detached, it could cut through anything. “You’re supposed to be taking care of him, not complaining to me.”

You smirk, feeling a mix of anger and something else. “You’re not even worth complaining to. You know that, right?”

His gaze hardens.

“You think I care?” His voice drops lower, colder. “The only thing I care about is whether you’re following the damn rules.”

You stare at him for a moment, the tension suffocating. Your heart beats in your chest.

“Then why are you still here?” you ask, almost breathless.

He doesn’t answer, but you know it’s because he doesn’t care.

You turn away, feeling the frustration and the heat rise.

“Fine,” you mutter. “I’ll follow the damn rules. But don’t think I’m doing this for you.”

And just as you start to walk out, you hear it again. A whisper.

“Stay.”

This time, it’s the doll. The doll speaking.

It almost makes you gasp.

You look at Eunwoo, but his eyes are focused on something else.

The doll’s voice lingers in your mind.

You feel the pull again. And it’s stronger than ever.

•••

The afternoon is quiet.

Too quiet.

You’re sitting at the dining table, eating your buldak noodles like you’re trying to savor every bite, but honestly? You’re not tasting a damn thing.

Your mind is still stuck on Eunwoo and the way he completely dismissed you this morning.

“You think I care?” That’s what he said.

Like you were just some problem he had to deal with. Like you weren’t even worth acknowledging.

You chew another mouthful, letting the spice burn your throat as your frustration swells.

You glance at the doll sitting across from you—staring blankly, as always.

You’ve been talking to it so much, it feels almost natural now.

“I bet you wouldn’t ignore me,” you mutter under your breath. “You’d at least look at me if I did something…”

You trail off, staring at the doll’s lifeless eyes. But, oddly, it feels like it’s staring back.

“I’m talking to a fucking doll.” You laugh bitterly, shaking your head, trying to make sense of it all.

The steam from your noodles rises in front of you, but it doesn’t clear the heaviness in the air. The silence between you and the doll is stifling.

“You’re probably the only one who doesn’t judge me,” you say quietly, almost to yourself.

But even the doll can’t answer.

You feel your anger pulse again, that same damn frustration bubbling up. The noodles are too spicy, but you can’t stop eating them.

It’s like the heat from the food is a mirror of the heat inside you.

Every bite just brings the burn of that rejection closer.

“God, what the hell is wrong with me?” you mumble between bites.

You glance down at the doll again, your eyes narrowing.

“Why does it feel like you get me, huh?” It’s just sitting there. Silent. Unmoved.

But you swear you feel like it’s listening. “Why does Eunwoo get to be all cold and unbothered, while I’m stuck here playing house with a fucking doll?”

You roll your eyes, but the frustration just keeps growing. The noodles aren’t helping.

Your fingers grip the chopsticks tighter, your frustration spilling out into the air around you.

“I hate that he doesn’t even care. Like… why the hell am I doing all this?”

The doll doesn’t say anything, of course. It never does.

But it’s almost like you’re waiting for it to say something.

Anything.

You take another bite, swallowing it down with a grunt.

And then..

“Stay.”

You freeze, noodles halfway to your mouth. The voice isn’t loud, but it’s clear. Too clear.

It’s the doll. It said the word again.

“Stay.”

You set your chopsticks down, a chill creeping over your skin. You thought you’d imagined it last time, but now? Now, it’s almost real.

You glance at the doll, and the air feels colder.

“What the fuck?” you whisper, heart pounding.

It can’t… it can’t be real. Right?

You look down at the doll, eyes widening.

Did it really just say that?

The room feels too still. You start to panic, breathing faster as you pick up your chopsticks again. But you can’t get the words out of your head.

“Stay.”

Your hand trembles, but you try to ignore it. You keep eating, trying to shake it off.

“It’s nothing,” you tell yourself. “It’s just… the silence messing with my head.”

But you can’t shake the feeling that something’s off. Like you’re being watched.

The doll doesn’t move. It doesn’t blink. But for some reason, it feels like it’s waiting.

“I can’t keep doing this,” you mutter under your breath, pushing your noodles around.

You hear it again, that voice. Soft. Low.

“Stay.”

It’s not in your head this time. It’s real. You heard it. You can’t pretend anymore.

“No… no, no, no,” you whisper, your heart racing. “It’s just the house. It’s just too quiet. I’m just, just stressed out.”

You try to stand, but your legs feel weak.

It’s like the whole house is holding its breath. Like the walls are closing in.

You blink rapidly, trying to stay calm. But your chest is tight, and you feel a strange pull, like you have to stay.

You sit back down, not sure why, but something is urging you to stay near the doll. To pay attention to it.

You start to speak, your voice barely a whisper. “You’re not real, right? You can’t really… talk.”

But the doll says nothing. It’s only the silence that answers.

And yet, somehow, that silence feels more real than anything else in this house.

•••

You finish washing the dishes, feeling slightly more at ease because— well, your kitchen doesn’t look like a battlefield anymore.

But the weirdness? The unease? That stays.

The doll’s voice still rings in your ears, and you can’t shake the chill it gave you. “Stay.”

You roll your eyes at yourself, trying to shake it off.

“It’s nothing. Nothing but a creepy little toy with some serious boundary issues,” you mutter, heading back to your bedroom.

You throw your phone on the bed as you kick the door shut behind you, and immediately, your mind starts racing again. What the hell was that voice? The doll’s supposed to be inanimate, right?

Like… right?

You grab your phone, tap Alina’s name, and send her a message before you can stop yourself:

You: Girl, I’m losing my mind. I need you to talk some sense into me. Are dolls supposed to talk? Or am I just officially gone?

You watch the message bubble for a few seconds. Then, finally:

Alina: Yo, what happened? You’re in the middle of some weird creepy vibes or some shit? Should I get the holy water or a shaman?

You laugh out loud at her response.

You: Holy water, girl? Please, I wish it were that simple, you text back, pacing the room. I’m talking to a doll. No, worse. I’m listening to a doll talk back to me! It said ‘stay’ like three times today and I swear it’s not me imagining it!

You wait for her reply, half expecting her to hit you with something like, Girl, just chill. It’s all in your head.’ But instead, she goes full Alina mode.

Alina: Wait, you’ve been cuddling with it or something? Is it, like, some weird fetish shit? I swear, you get involved in the strangest stuff, girl.

You: NO, NO, it’s not a fetish! It’s a fucking doll! you reply, rolling your eyes at yourself as you sit on your bed.

Alina: Well, does it feel like a doll? Like, do you actually feel… things?

You: Alina, what are you even asking right now? you send back, rubbing your temples.

Alina: Just trying to clarify. If you’re gonna be talking to your creepy little friend, at least tell me if it has a pulse, okay?

You snort.

You: Alina, you’re out of control.

Alina’s texts start coming faster now, like she’s just gone full conspiracy theory mode:

Alina: Okay, but wait; is it the kind of doll that talks back only when no one’s looking?

You: I don’t know! It’s just a dumb porcelain thing that someone put on my lap, and now I’m apparently its babysitter!” you text, annoyed but still kind of laughing. “And don’t even get me started on Eunwoo.

Alina: Eunwoo?? You’re still obsessed with that guy? Is he the reason you’re hanging with the creepy-ass porcelain one instead?

You: He’s just… ugh, he’s cold as fuck. He rejects me every time I try to flirt. But, I’m pretty sure he knows I’m obsessed with him, so now I’m just making it worse by hanging around with this doll that won’t even fucking shut up.

You stop, feeling stupid. Did you really just confess all that to Alina?

Alina: Wait, hold up. Are you telling me you’re about to go full I’m-not-a-crazy-person-but-actually-I’m-talking-to-a-doll-now mode because of Eunwoo?!

You laugh bitterly, collapsing back on the bed.

You: I don’t know what’s wrong with me anymore. It’s like… the doll’s the only one that listens. At least it says things like ‘stay’ and ‘pretty.

Alina: Yo, that’s mad weird. But also lowkey hot. Wait, so is the doll, like, trying to flirt with you now?

You freeze for a second.

You: What?

Alina: Because, you know, you’re giving it way too much attention for it to NOT be into you. Like… do you think it’s trying to get in your head?

You bite your lip. That… actually makes sense.

Is the doll playing you?

You: Okay, no. No, no, no. It’s a fucking doll. But at this point, I can’t even tell what’s real anymore.

You text back, frustrated and trying to distract yourself by scrolling through your phone.

Alina: So, what, now you’re doing full-on therapy sessions with it? ‘Cause, I gotta say, this is a new level of weird even for you, girl.

You laugh, but it’s not really a happy laugh.

You: I’m just talking to it, Alina. It’s like I have no one else to vent to. And now, Eunwoo’s all cold and shut off, so it’s like I have… I don’t know… the doll?

Alina: Damn. So, the doll gets all your attention now? What’s next, is it gonna start following you around the house? You said it talks, right? Does it ask for kisses too?

You pause for a moment, your stomach dropping. Did the doll… did it want you to kiss it?

You: Wait, hold on! you text back, I’m literally so paranoid right now. What if it does want me to kiss it? Like… it keeps asking me to stay and saying I’m pretty.

Alina: Okay, I’m honestly dying. Just please, please, please don’t get sucked into the ‘doll wants you’ cult. I swear if you send me a picture of you kissing it, I will throw up on the spot.

You laugh hysterically at her reply, but the laughter dies in your throat as you remember the doll’s cold, hollow stare.

•••

The evening falls quiet, the usual hum of the house fading into that calm, eerie silence you’ve grown so used to.

You’re sprawled on the couch, one leg thrown over the armrest, as you mindlessly flick your finger on your phone screen.

You’ve got Temple Run 2 open.

NOSTALGIA!!!!

No idea why you’re so obsessed with this damn game. It’s mindless and stupid but maybe that’s exactly what you need right now.

You keep failing, but the loops are just so satisfying, and the soundtrack ugh, it’s somehow so nostalgic.

“What’re you doing?”

Your heart nearly leaps out of your chest as you hear his voiceEunwoo, standing there, suddenly too close.

You glance over, blinking in surprise.

He’s looking at your phone. Of course, he’s noticed your utter lack of skill at this game, too.

“Just playing some Temple Run,” you shrug, barely looking at him.

His eyes narrow. “You’re playing Temple Run?”

You roll your eyes dramatically, tapping your phone again. “Yeah, Eunwoo. Temple Run. Ever heard of it?”

He steps closer, and then unbelievably he plops down right next to you on the couch.

Not a single care in the world. The sudden proximity makes you feel all sorts of things you can’t quite explain, but you try to focus on the game.

“I could teach you how to play, if you want,” you say with a teasing smile, knowing full well that you’re about to have way too much fun with this.

Eunwoo doesn’t even look at you. Instead, he’s squinting at your phone like it’s a foreign object.

“I know how to play games.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Do you?”

He grabs the phone from your hand, his fingers brushing yours for a split second and your heart skips.

He swipes the screen, but instead of jumping or sliding, he just runs right into a wall.

“Really?” you laugh, covering your mouth. “That’s your big move?”

He doesn’t respond. He just stares at the screen, frowning in confusion.

“What the hell was that? You’re supposed to swipe left to dodge obstacles. Swipe. Like this,”

you show him, your finger dancing over the screen with exaggerated movements.

He watches you, but when you look over at him, you see a small and by small, barely noticeable smirk tug at his lips.

“I’m just getting started,” he says in that deep voice of his, but the tiny smile is there again.

You can’t believe it. Is he actually smiling?

You’re about to say something, but you catch the slightest glint in his eyesjust for a second and you don’t know why, but it makes your stomach flip.

“You need to be more aggressive,” you tease, leaning in closer than necessary as you guide his fingers with your own, letting him feel the motions on the screen.

His gaze flickers down to your hands, and for a split second, you feel the intensity between you two.

It’s not just the game anymore. Your heart is racing, your skin tingling.

Oh yeah, you want me so bad.

“Aggressive, huh?” he mutters, still not meeting your eyes but there’s a definite playfulness there.

You give him an exaggerated sigh, leaning back against the couch as you pull the phone away.

“Okay, here, let me show you how it’s done, Mr. I Know How To Play Games.”

You tap your phone again, failing the next round on purpose just to mess with him, but then you glance over at him. “See, that’s how you die in the game.”

Eunwoo’s smirk grows ever so slightly. “Maybe I let you win.”

You raise a brow. “Uh huh. Sure you did.”

He’s quiet for a second, and you can’t help but notice how his usual cold demeanor is slipping just a little—

there’s something softer here, something unexpected.

And then, as if realizing how much fun he’s been having, he suddenly straightens up, putting the phone back in your hands.

“I’m done playing games. Not literally. Just…” He looks at you for a moment longer than usual. “I have to go check on… something.”

You blink. “Right. Sure. Whatever.”

Before you can say anything else, he stands up quickly, the moment of connection broken.

You stare at him, feeling strangely off like, just when you thought there might’ve been something, he shuts it down.

The door slams, and you’re left there, phone in hand, your head buzzing from the briefest interaction.

You barely even notice that the doll’s still sitting in front of you on the table, staring at you, its empty eyes almost mocking you now.

But for some reason, you don’t mind. At least someone or something, is paying attention.

•••

You can feel it— the tension from earlier still buzzing between you and Eunwoo.

He’s barely acknowledged it, but you feel it. It’s there, crackling in the air like static.

After the whole Temple Run disaster,

Eunwoo stands up abruptly, taking your phone from your hands without so much as a word.

“I’m gonna cook,” he mutters. “Stir-fry. You can stay out here if you want.”

You freeze for a second, contemplating. “What if I want to stay with you?”

He doesn’t even turn around, but there’s a tiny, almost unnoticeable flicker in his expression.

The corner of his lips twitch like he’s about to say something, but then he just shrugs and walks toward the kitchen, disappearing around the corner.

Your stomach churns but not from hunger, but from something else entirely.

“Alright, bet,” you whisper to yourself, rolling off the couch and following him.

The kitchen is small, cozy in its own way, but with him in it, it suddenly feels too small.

You stand by the doorway, watching him pull out the ingredients for stir-fry with a practiced ease.

He looks so… good doing it.

You lean casually against the counter, crossing your arms, trying to look casual.

“You know, I’m really good at cooking too,” you say, giving him a side-eye.

He doesn’t look at you. “Really?”

“Yeah,” you nod, leaning forward just a little, keeping that seductive energy going. “I make a mean stir-fry. I could show you.”

Still no reaction from him. But his movements slow for a brief second as he slices the vegetables, his fingers curling around the knife just a little tighter.

You know you’ve got him intrigued at least, that’s what you want to believe.

“I’m good,” he says, voice clipped.

“Are you?” You step closer, just enough for him to feel your presence. “I mean, I don’t know. You seem pretty… intense about this. You need a hand?”

He finally looks up at you, eyes narrowing. “You want to help or are you just trying to get in my way?”

You smirk, a mischievous glint lighting up your eyes. “I’m just here to keep you company. It’s not every day I get to watch a pro chef at work.”

He sighs, like you’re annoying him, but there’s a hint of something else there. Maybe it’s that cold smirk of his starting to crack just a little.

“I’m not a pro. I’m just making dinner.”

You can’t help yourself. You step forward again, your body pressing into the space between him and the counter, your breath warm against the back of his neck.

“I can help with more than dinner, you know…”

The words hang in the air, and you feel the slightest shift in him. His breath catches for a second, then he turns, taking a step back. His eyes flicker over you, slow and deliberate, and you can almost feel the heat radiating off him.

“You really think you can just waltz in here, make some innuendo, and I’ll be what, entertained?”

His voice is low, quiet—

but there’s something in it.

Something dangerous.

You can’t stop now, though. It’s like a game. “I’m just offering,” you say, leaning in closer, your lips almost brushing his ear.

“But it looks like you’re already enjoying the company. I’m just here to spice things up a little.”

He finally steps back, hands going to the stove to focus on the stir-fry. “You should stick to the game,” he says, eyes hardening.

“Stay out of my kitchen.”

You laugh, though it’s almost more of a guttural sound of frustration than amusement. “What, you can’t handle a little flirtation?”

Eunwoo stays silent, his gaze unwavering as he stirs the food. But then, out of nowhere, he says, “I’m not here for games.”

You tilt your head, wondering what he means by that. “What are you here for, then?”

He turns to look at you, those sharp eyes locking onto yours. “Dinner. Nothing more.”

You watch him, your heart pounding in your chest.

Dinner, huh?

The way he looks at you, his face unreadable, but his posture tight, the tension between you two thick as ever.

For a second, you’re both stuck in this unspoken challenge.

You can feel your breath quicken, heart racing in a way that has nothing to do with the food he’s cooking.

But suddenly, it’s like something snaps in him. Without warning, he turns, walking toward you with a dangerous slowness, and your body stiffens, bracing for whatever’s coming next.

“I’m warning you,” he murmurs, his lips barely a whisper against your ear, sending a chill down your spine. “Stop pushing.”

And then, just as quickly as he was close, he steps back, resuming his position by the stove.

You stand there, body still humming, feeling the raw power of the moment.

You were so close. Just a breath away.

But maybe you’re not done yet.

•••

The dining room’s quiet, save for the clinking of chopsticks against bowls. Eunwoo and you sit across from each other at the table.

The stir-fry?

FUCKING DELICIOUS.

Most as much as he looks delicious.

It is perfectly cooked, the veggies are still crisp, the meat is tender.

But the real heat isn’t in the food.

It’s in the way Eunwoo barely looks at you as he takes a bite, those sharp eyes narrowing slightly as he swallows.

You try to ignore the heat running through your body, but it’s impossible with him sitting across from you, looking so damn good in his simple, yet painfully stylish, clothes.

You take a deep breath and throw him a playful smirk.

“So, this is how you cook? I thought I’d get more of a reaction from you, to be honest. I make a mean stir-fry too, you know…”

Eunwoo lifts an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed, but there’s a slight edge to his voice. “Do you? I’d be surprised if you even knew what stir-fry meant.”

You almost choke on your rice.

“Excuse me? I could make you a better stir-fry with one hand tied behind my back.”

You give him a pointed glance, then lean back in your chair, your fingers tracing the edge of your glass.

“If you think you’re so good, maybe you should cook for me more often, huh?”

Eunwoo’s lips curl up just a little, but it’s more amusement than anything else. “You can’t handle my cooking. It’s too good for you.”

You roll your eyes dramatically, scooping more food onto your plate. “Please, I live for good food. Don’t flatter yourself.”

“I wasn’t trying to flatter you.”

You raise an eyebrow, leaning forward on your elbows, eyes glinting mischievously.

“Then what were you trying to do?”

Eunwoo doesn’t look up as he sips his water. “Make you stop talking.”

You laugh, setting your chopsticks down. “Good luck with that. You can’t shut me up that easily.”

“You sure?” His voice is so deadpan it almost makes you second-guess yourself.

“You’re a lot of words for someone who doesn’t know how to play a simple game.”

You glare at him across the table, but there’s no denying the flush of heat on your cheeks. “That’s low, even for you. I was teaching you— there’s a difference.”

“Right. Keep telling yourself that.” He smirks, the amusement barely breaking through his cool facade.

But you can see it. And it makes you want to push further.

You grin back, unable to resist the bait. “You know, I’m starting to think you’re just jealous of my skills.”

“You think I’m jealous of you?” Eunwoo laughs, but there’s no humor in it. His eyes flash briefly, something cold and unsettling.

“I’m not the one sitting here trying to get a reaction out of someone who clearly doesn’t want one.”

You pause, just for a second, caught off guard by his bluntness.

But you recover quickly, not about to let him have the last word. “Well, maybe you should try a little harder.”

You lean forward, resting your chin on your hand, giving him a look that says all too much.

“I mean, someone’s gotta make this night interesting. You look like you could use a little fun.”

Eunwoo’s gaze flickers to you, that cold, calculating look in his eyes. “Fun? The only fun I’m having is watching you squirm.”

You chuckle, not intimidated, just thoroughly enjoying the challenge.

“Squirming, huh? Is that what you think? I’m just getting started.”

You pick up your chopsticks again, eating slowly, deliberately, making sure he notices the way your lips part around the food.

His eyes follow the movement, just slightly.. too slightly for you to let go of the game you’re playing.

The silence stretches for a moment, but it’s not awkward. It’s heavy. Like it’s about to snap. You can feel his control slipping just a little.

You break the silence first, your voice light but dripping with sweetness.

“So, Eunwoo, you’re gonna keep giving me the cold shoulder, or are we actually going to have a conversation tonight?”

He exhales sharply, clearly done with the teasing. “We’ve been talking this whole time.”

“Not really,” you say, tilting your head, a playful smile curling at your lips. “I mean, I’m the one doing all the talking.

You’re the one keeping everything bottled up.”

He puts down his chopsticks, looking at you, finally letting a bit of that wall down. “Maybe I’m just waiting for you to say something worth listening to.”

You hold his gaze, the heat between you palpable now, the dinner table acting as the most awkward of barriers.

“Oh, I can say plenty. I just want to know, are you ever going to stop being such a tease?”

His eyes flash, almost imperceptibly, but it’s enough to make your stomach do a little flip.

“You really want me to stop?”

Fuck…. I’m getting wet.

His voice drops, lower than before, the edge of a challenge in it.

You lean forward, body brimming with energy, eyes locked with his. “I want you to do whatever you want to do.”

Eunwoo stares at you for a long moment, his face expressionless, but the intensity in his eyes burns like fire.

“Maybe you should be careful what you wish for.”

Fuck me.

•••

You barely finish your stir-fry when the tension thickens, like overcooked sauce.

Eunwoo stands across from you, wiping his hands on a towel, his face is as emotionless as ever.

You lean back against the counter, watching him like he’s the only thing in the room.

“So,” you start, your voice teasing, “You cook all this food for me, and still no love? No kiss? I’m getting disappointed, Eunwoo.”

He glances at you, his eyes flashing for a split second. annoyance, maybe? or is it something more?

A challenge?

“Love?” he scoffs. “You need to work on your cooking before we talk about love.”

“Oh, please. I’m just a babe in the kitchen.”

You wink, and his eyes roll, but not the way you expect. It’s the smallest roll like you’re on his radar.

“I’m serious,” he says, crossing his arms. “And if you want my help again, stop being so… distracting.”

You pout, hand on your hip. “Distracting? Me? I was just admiring your kitchen skills.”

“Admiring, huh?” He steps closer, his gaze cold but unwavering. “You admire a lot of things, but never seem to get the point.”

You move closer to him, barely an inch apart, your breath hitching as the space between you shrinks.

“Maybe I’m just trying to find the point. Is that so wrong?”

He stays silent, staring down at you. Finally, his lips curl into a smirk.

“I’m not your type. We established this last time.” His eyes darken.

“I don’t make exceptions for people who think they can walk all over me.”

“Is that so?” You lean in, daring him to make the first move. “Guess I’ll have to change your mind.”

Before you can say anything else, you hear it.

That soft whisper. The one you thought you imagined.

From the dining table.

“Stay…”

You freeze.

Eunwoo freezes too. You both turn to the doll, sitting motionless, eyes locked on you.

The room goes still. The air grows colder. A chill runs up your spine as you stare at the doll’s unblinking eyes.

“Stay…” The whisper comes again, almost pleading.

“Great. Now it’s talking,” you mutter, trying to shake the unease creeping in.

Eunwoo doesn’t look at you. He’s already walking to the table, his expression unreadable.

He gently adjusts the doll’s position, fingers brushing its face with care.

“Remember the rules,” he says, his voice low. “No ignoring him. He’s not a toy.”

You raise an eyebrow. “I wasn’t ignoring him. I—;”

“Just keep it in mind,” he cuts you off, adjusting the doll, making sure it’s sitting properly.

You roll your eyes.

“You could be a little less cold about everything. Maybe if you weren’t so icy, you’d warm up to me a little.”

Eunwoo turns to face you, eyes hard. “I’m not here for games. I’m here to make sure this place runs properly.”

You smirk. “And that means babysitting the doll and ignoring me? Come on, eunwoo. I know there’s something under all that coldness. I can feel it.”

He walks back toward you, slow and deliberate, and for a second, you think he’ll say something. But he doesn’t. He simply stands in front of you, arms crossed.

“No,” he growls, low and tense.

“You don’t feel anything. You just think you do. And it’s irritating.”

The words hang between you. The heavy silence is deafening.

You’re close enough to feel the heat of his body, the pulse of his heart.

Then the moment breaks.

The doll whispers again.

“Stay…”

It’s a command now, not a request. You turn to the doll, unease creeping under your skin.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m staying, okay?” You snap, but the doll’s eyes are locked on yours, and it feels too real.

Eunwoo stares at the doll for a beat, then looks back at you.

“You have no idea what you’re dealing with, do you?”

•••

I’m behind the damn wall, watching.

But this time, it’s different.

I can feel it. That little voice in the back of my head, telling me that Eunwoo’s days are numbered.

And honestly? I’m fucking done.

I’ve had enough of him. Enough of the way he looks at you like you’re some kind of decoration.

I know what you’re thinking. how could he even be a threat? But that’s the thing.

He’s not.

I’ve been here long enough to see it. He’s only here because I let him be.

He’s just a placeholder, and I can’t stand it anymore.

Not when you’re just… there. So damn close. Just out of reach, because he’s in the way.

I’ve been patient. I’ve been waiting. But now? Now, I can’t sit back and watch anymore.

Eunwoo’s too soft.

He doesn’t know how to claim anything. He’s all smiles and coldness, pretending he knows what’s best for you, but he doesn’t.

He’s just playing the part.

And it’s time to put an end to that.

I glance at the kitchen, my thoughts darkening as I hear him talking to you.

He thinks he’s helping you, but all I can see is a fucking puppet acting like he belongs here.

I’m better than him. Hell, I deserve to be here more than he does. This house?

This job? It should be mine.

The rules? Are already mine to enforce.

I should’ve been the one you turned to. Not him You should’ve been mine from the start.

He walks out of the kitchen, his usual smug expression still plastered on his face.

I can’t stand it.

I don’t care if he’s a “good guy” or whatever. He’s in my way, and that’s all that matters now.

The idea starts to form. Slowly, at first. Then it hits me like a truck.

What if I fired him? What if I became the butler?

No more Eunwoo, no more outsider pretending to be what I should’ve been.

I can do this. I will do this.

I’m better for you. I know what you need. More than anyone. More than that fucking idiot.

He’s just a temporary fix. I’m the real deal.

I close my eyes, letting that thought sink in. I’ll show you, I think. I’ll be the one who gives you everything you need.

Not him.

Not that doll. Me.

And when he’s gone, when Eunwoo’s out of the picture and it’s just me and you, things are going to be different. Better.

I can’t wait to make you see that. To make you realize you’ve always needed me.

And then? Then, I’m going to remind you exactly who you should be with. No more distractions. No more pretending.

I hear Eunwoo’s voice again— laughing, talking to you like he’s your equal.

Like he has any right to be here. I can feel my teeth grind as I press my hand against the wall.

I want to tear the whole place apart. But I know better. I’ll play this slow. Play it right.

I’ll wait.

But not for long.

•••

Eunwoo sits on the edge of his bed, staring at his phone screen.

The house. The mansion.

It’s all starting to feel suffocating.

He’s been living here for what feels like forever now, taking care of everything in Mr. Jeon’s absence.

And the constant presence of you with your flirtatious glances and constant teasing, only makes it worse.

He can’t escape it.

You’re everywhere.

And frankly, he’s had enough.

But as he leans back on his bed, running a hand through his disheveled hair, a new notification buzzes on his phone.

It’s from Mr. Jeon.

He opens the message, his heart pounding for reasons he can’t quite understand.

Eunwoo, we’ve made arrangements. You are no longer needed in the house. There’s someone else we’ve chosen to take over. We appreciate everything you’ve done, but please pack your things. Don’t contact YN unless I say otherwise.

The words hit him like a cold splash of water. His stomach tightens, and for a second, he thinks he might be dreaming.

No. This can’t be real.

He stares at the message in disbelief, his grip tightening around his phone.

He scans it again, hoping for some sign that it’s a joke. But no, it’s crystal clear.

He’s being replaced.

Replaced.

His mind races. He’s been here for months, helping out, maintaining everything.

Mr. Jeon has always been distant, and you… well, you have been nothing but a problem.

A beautiful, infuriating problem.

The flirting, the jokes, the little games. At first, he thought it was harmless, but over time, it wore on him.

But despite his annoyance, he’d always been there for you. He’d made himself available, like he should have.

Yet, after all this time, all the care he’s put into the house and the way he’s tried to keep things smooth, he’s out.

And you?

You’ve been playing your games, too. Constantly teasing him, giving him these looks— like you know how badly you’re getting under his skin.

But now?

It doesn’t matter. He’s gone.

His phone slips from his hand, clattering onto the bed, as he rubs his temples.

Why did it have to end like this?

He stands, pacing around the room, his mind working overtime.

He knows he can’t stay here much longer, but he refuses to leave without some kind of explanation.

Some closure.

Then, the thought hits him.

Maybe it’s you. Maybe Mr. Jeon’s decision has something to do with you.

The way you flirt with him.

The way you tease him, your constant presence in his life, even when he doesn’t want it.

You’ve always been a distraction, a chaotic one, and maybe it’s finally gotten to Mr. Jeon.

A twisted part of Eunwoo wants to confront you, to demand answers.

But he knows that won’t do anything. Honestly, it is not your fault and You’re a force he can’t control.

He sighs, running a hand through his hair again, frustration simmering beneath his calm exterior.

He can’t leave this place, not without feeling like he’s lost something.

And as for you?

Well, he’s going to miss you. In his own way.

Even if it’s just for the sheer annoyance of it all.

•••

You wake up to the soft light of the morning filtering through the curtains. As soon as you open your eyes, there is a huge smile on your face.

The house is eerily quiet, almost like it’s holding its breath, waiting for something to happen.

You stretch, rubbing your eyes, still feeling the weight of yesterday’s events.

Honestly, it was such a nice night yesterday.

Your mind drifts back to Eunwoo, his cold demeanor, his calmness, and that strange little smile when you tried to get him to play games with you.

But today feels different. Something’s off. The house feels emptier.

You push the sheets off your legs and stand, the floor cool beneath your bare feet.

You feel the sudden need to wander, to escape the quiet of your room and distract yourself from the gnawing feeling in your chest.

As you walk down the hallway, you pass the door to Eunwoo’s bedroom. It’s cracked open just slightly.

You stop. Something compels you to push the door open, just enough to peek inside.

And there he is.

Eunwoo, packing his things. His clothes are neatly folded, his things carefully placed in a bag.

You blink, feeling your chest tighten.

“Eunwoo?” Your voice is small, unsure.

He doesn’t look up at first. It’s like he didn’t even hear you, but then, after a beat, he straightens and turns toward you, his face unreadable.

“I’m leaving,” he says quietly, as if the words don’t even matter.

You freeze, not sure if you heard him correctly. “What?”

You repeat, the word escaping your lips like a breathless gasp.

“What do you mean? You can’t just leave.”

He’s just messing with you… right because this has to be a fucking joke.

He looks at you for a long moment, his expression distant, like he’s already miles away in his mind.

“I’m done here,” he says, his tone calm but final. “They’re bringing someone else in. A new butler. I don’t need to be here anymore.”

Your heart sinks.

The words hit you harder than you expected, and before you even realize it, your eyes are welling up with tears.

You bite your lip, trying to hold it together, but it’s like everything from the past few days, all the teasing, the flirting, the silence, crashes down on you all at once.

“No…” you whisper, more to yourself than to him. “Please, don’t leave…”

Eunwoo stands still, his gaze softening for just a moment as he watches the tears that you’re trying desperately to hold back. You don’t know why it hurts so much..

why his leaving hits you like this.

It’s not like you were close.

He’s always been distant, cold, and you’ve been pushing him away with your flirtations and teasing.

But now, standing there in front of him, watching him pack, you feel like you’re losing something you didn’t even know you wanted.

“I’m sorry,” Eunwoo mutters, his voice low. “I shouldn’t have been so… cold.”

His words surprise you. For a moment, you just stare at him, unsure if he’s serious.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he adds, his expression softening even further.

It’s strange.

You’ve never seen him like this before, and it makes your chest tighten even more.

You wipe at your eyes, trying to steady your breath. “I didn’t want you to leave,” you say quietly, your voice shaking. “I didn’t think I’d miss you.”

Eunwoo is hesitating and for the first time since you’ve known him, you see a hint of uncertainty in his eyes.

It’s almost like he doesn’t know how to respond to your vulnerability.

“I didn’t know you cared,” he admits quietly.

“I—;” you pause, not sure how to explain it. “I don’t know what I expected, but this isn’t it.”

For a moment, the air between you two is thick with unspoken things.

You can feel the weight of the silence wrapping around you, and your emotions threaten to spill over again.

Eunwoo steps toward you slowly, closing the distance between you.

“Don’t cry,” he says, his voice gentler now. “It wasn’t my intention to make you upset. I didn’t think…”

He trails off, clearly unsure of what to say. His eyes meet yours, and this time, there’s no judgment, no walls between you. Just softness.

“I’m sorry,” he repeats, and this time it feels real.

You sniffle, trying to steady yourself, but it’s no use. The tears come, and you don’t fight them anymore.

“I didn’t think I’d feel like this,” you confess. “I didn’t think it would hurt this much.”

Eunwoo looks at you, his face still soft but thoughtful, and for a second, you swear you see a flicker of something behind his eyes.

Maybe it’s regret. Maybe it’s more than that.

“Maybe I’ve been too cold,” he says, taking a hesitant step closer. “Maybe… maybe I was wrong.”

The vulnerability in his voice catches you off guard.

For a moment, you forget that he’s been so distant all this time.

Maybe he’s not as unaffected as you thought.

Maybe you weren’t the only one pretending.

As you look at him, the space between you two seems to shrink.

You can feel your heartbeat quicken, but the words you want to say don’t come.

And in that moment, you realize—

Eunwoo’s departure isn’t just about him leaving.

It’s about the fact that, somehow, you’ve become attached to him without even meaning to.

And now, he’s about to walk out of your life.

Fuck no.

[batty4vamps]

16, Marko

16. "You like me?" "Just figured that out, huh?" with Marko

This is the cutest thing I’ve written in a while UGH thank you for this request <3

Also you can def tell in reading the Marko pov that I’m currently crushing on an either completely obvious or completely uninterested man, we are fighting for our lives out here 💀

Includes: gn reader, total fluff, Marko has a crushhhhh

The night after asking Marko to pretend to be your boyfriend and scare off an overeager surf nazi, you realize he isn’t acting like himself.

“Okay- what’s going on Marko? You said you were okay with helping last night, why are you suddenly being all… weird?”

He looked at you for a moment, thinking as he bit the inside of his cheek.

Marko truly couldn’t believe you were this dense. From the moment you’d crossed paths on the boardwalk he’d been smitten. He thought he was being obvious! He’d flirted 24/7, he took you for joyrides on his bike, he’d brought you gifts and trinkets- hell, he’d let you wear his damn jacket! How had you not put it together? Were you just that disinterested? He knew he was treading dangerous ground, you being a human and all, but he just couldn’t let you go. The thought of you truly not wanting anything to do with him to this extent was killing him.

Then, last night, you’d basically asked him out, just to keep a surf nazi who was in love with you off your ass. He agreed, of course he did, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t bitter about it. During the (fake) date he was able to just play it off and have a good night with you on his arm, but after 24 hours of steeping in the reality that he’d probably never get the real thing, he was pissed.

“I helped you, didn’t I? What’s the problem?”

You frowned at Marko. He did help you, and you appreciated it, but then he started acting all cold. Sure, he’d been nothing but sweet to your face, but you knew him well enough to see through it. He’d barely said a word to anyone all night. He’d turned down your offer to cheat the rigged carnival games out of all their cheap prizes, or terrorize the comic book store kids that were convinced he was a vampire. It wasn’t like him.

“I don’t know- you’re just not yourself. If it was gonna make you act all weird you could’ve just turned me down. I’m sure Paul or Dwayne would’ve done it.”

You’d had the time of your life being on his arm last night. It felt right, just a comfortable step further from your usual dynamic. Maybe it was mean, but there was a reason you’d asked him to fake date you specifically. You wanted to know what it would feel like.

Marko’s brows furrowed. It’s like you were trying to make him jealous on purpose. Dwayne or Paul absolutely would’ve walked you around the boardwalk all night, happily and knowingly driving him insane.

“No. I said yes, I wanted to do it, I did it, and I’d do it again, okay? I’d do anything for you, you know that”

Despite the reassuring words, he still looked just as mad, prompting a sigh from you. He was being ridiculous.

“Then why are you being like this?”

After a drawn out silence, Marko stood up, resigning himself to facing your rejection. He couldn’t believe that you just didn’t know how into you he was. If you really hadn’t gotten it by this point, he had a feeling it probably wasn’t mutual.

He gently took your hands in his, looking you in the eyes with a sigh.

“Last night was great, and I fucking hate that it was great, because I want it to be like that all the time. I want us to be like that all the time.”

He was explaining it to you like you were stupid, and with how long it took you to process, it might have been warranted.

Holy shit. Marko wanted you for real.

“…You like me? Like, actually?”

He scoffed out a laugh, eyes going a little wide.

“Just figured that out, huh?”

It all made sense. Of course he’d been pissed, he’d been hoping for a night like this for months, only for you to give it to him all because of another guy.

“I thought you were just being you! Hell, all of you flirt with me, and everyone else on the boardwalk. I thought it was just what you did!”

He couldn’t help but be endeared by how wrong you were. If he wasn’t concerned about you thinking he was crazy or dangerous or both, he’d inform you that none of the other people they flirted with were ever seen again. You weren’t like any of them.

“I mean yeah, it is, but have you ever seen anyone else wear this jacket? I wasn’t just flirting with you”

Your face went red remembering how heavy and comforting the jacket had felt wrapped around your shoulders. Come to think of it, you’d wondered at the time why all the guys were looking at you crazy when you had it on. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“Yknow… if I’d have known that, I would’ve just asked you on a real date last night”

His eyes lit up. Did you just say what he thought you said?

“Really? I mean, you still totally can-”

It’s not that he’d thought he had no chance with you, but after months of pining he was bound to lose a little hope. This was what he’d been fantasizing about since the moment he’d met you- well, that and other things.

You grinned, removing your hands from his to wrap around his shoulders.

“Marko, will you go on a date with me?”

He smiled just as wide, not taking a moment too long to wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you flush with him.

“I thought you’d never ask, dollface”

[kisakis-boyfriend]

*gets into dogeza pose* I would like to kindly ask for the whole NSFW Alphabet with Draken. This precious young man needs more attention.

Please.

Author's Note: *Anon sent a follow-up ask specifying that they wanted trans Draken.

For our 3000 follower celebration! (CLOSED NOW)

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

He's actually a god of aftercare. So attentive and gentle, even when it's his holes that are sore and full. He wants to make sure you're satisfied too, and that you're able to relax and ground yourself. Draken will tell you how good he felt — how good you made him feel — and thank you for taking care of him.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

While he doesn't think too much about how he presents himself, Draken is proud of his abs. He works hard to maintain his athletic physique (both for practical purposes and for your gaze).

Of your body, I think he would find himself admiring your facial features. Though he does enjoy looking at your biceps as they flex whenever you're pinning him down too~

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

Draken cums so much, guys. It's unreal. Sometimes he'll squirt too, but usually it's just a bucket of cum 😳

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Not exactly a secret because you can read your boyfriend like an open book, but Draken really loves when you make him feel like a little puppy — craving the orders of his master. Being submissive for you is quite rewarding.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

While he didn't have any physical experience before you got together, he did pick up an array of tips from his time living at the brothel. The women there would confide in him and complain about clients, so he learned some random knowledge and what not to do if you're trying to please someone. As well as the kinds of things a partner should focus on to make someone with a body like his tick. Knowledge that's useful before and after pursuing phalloplasty.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. May include a visual)

As red as his cheeks will get, Ken likes facing you while sitting in your lap. Riding your dick while making out is heavenly~

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Generally serious, even if you try to be goofy, he's probably not going to giggle. This doesn't mean that he isn't enjoying sex, that's just how he is.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Well trimmed, and he uses some kind of oil meant for pubic hair so that it's super soft. (I'm not sure if that's a safe product, but I have seen it before. It exists somewhere).

His hair also matches whatever his natural hair colour is. I forget if he's a natural blond or not–

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

Draken is intimate, but it's more like he's receptive of your attempts to be romantic and tender. He's a little embarrassed to initiate something like kissing or hand-holding, but he will follow your lead.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

I don't know if embarrassed is an accurate word, but whenever Draken masturbates he feels something. Perhaps it's even akin to shame?

He still touches himself every now and then though. If you encourage this behavior, he'd probably do it more often.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Breeding, size difference, watersports, and hair pulling for sure.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Draken isn't super picky, but he does prefer to not have sex in public. He might still indulge you, if you really want that, but don't expect it to be a regular occurrence.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Thinking about the way you take care of him and praise him so generously. That's usually enough to get him wet. :P

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Any cheating kinks/fetishes, latex, or gunplay with a loaded gun. (Draken is very strict on safety!!!)

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

I think he would enjoy both equally. He says you're an expert at eating him out, and he never refuses when you offer it. And you've complimented his oral skills so often, it's become an activity that Ken looks forward to~

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He likes a good mix, especially when changing speeds has an obvious effect on you too. The faces you make when you slowly pull out, holding yourself back so as not to cum too quickly, then say fuck it and pound his cunt until you're crying from pleasure? Heavenly!

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

They're alright. Draken won't outright refuse a quickie, but there needs to be a balance between quickies and sex where you take the time to truly connect and appreciate each other's bodies, and savor the orgasm 👍

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Somewhat, but, again, Draken is strict on safety. He wants to know exactly what you'll be getting into, the intricacies of the risks, and the proper aftercare for whatever it is you want to try.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)

God, he's such a monster when it comes to stamina. Just give him a few minutes in between, and Draken could go for hours! Surely you've seen him fight before? This man can take a pounding like a champ.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Yes, but not too often. Toys are great, and Draken definitely enjoys when you use toys on him, but he requires your cock too… nothing can ever fully replace that 💛

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Not the teasing type at all, he would prefer to be straightforward. Now, when you tease him… he denies it and pouts, but he very much enjoys the outcome anyway.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

As quiet as a mouse. Draken doesn't make a lot of noise, nor does he talk much during sex. If you work his body just right, you can pull a few whines and moans out of him, but he's going to be silent in between.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Ken would probably enjoy dragon dildos. Dragon related items + his size kink + the unique texture of the dildos = very happy Draken~ (and you because holy shit, the faces and moans Ken makes when he's riding a thick, ridged, bumpy, dragon dick?!?!)

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

BIG, BIG BOY!! I think Draken would have a naturally large clit, so when he gets bottom growth it's so big?! The head is so defined, and I'm sure that he could penetrate someone if he wasn't a bottom.

I can see him eventually getting phalloplasty too.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Actually, not that high. Sex is great, but Draken doesn't find himself craving it often.

Z = ZZZ (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Not easily, not with his stamina anyways. Now, Ken will lay with you if you fall asleep afterwards, cuddling you against his chest, but he's not tired enough to drift off.

[holy-mother-of-whumpers]

I agree with both... The animatics are spicy, but because of ✨connotations✨ maybe we should call them flavored.

The flavour, for me, being that it's very close and personal. Poseidon bullying Odysseus, Zeus manhandling him, Circe maneuvering him through her legs there is a lot of contact. That's juicy to me 👀😏 still, not overtly or meant to be suggestive.

The fact that most animatics have a setting, aren't happening in the general void many animatics live in (not a negative comparison, if an animatic is trying to give a more ephemeral/emotional effect, removing the setting is a good move) make them somewhat more grounded - and touchable, as the characters often touch each other (like the blood pouring on Eurylochus head: that feels thick).

It's like your animatics are apples while many others are citrus fruits: you can bite into them - again, not against citruses, I don't go peeling an orange if I want to chew and I don't drink apple juice because I HATE IT WITH BURNING PASSION AND THEY SNEAK at least 20% IN ALL THE OTHER MIX OF JUICES AHHHH (why is there apple in my red berries juice huh? Huh???) wait I lost the metaphor, sorry.

I appreciate the orange for its acidity and the apple because I munch happily, but I don't think the apple should be more acidic or that the orange should be more munchable. Me praising the apple is not a shade to the orange.

Back to the point.

Everything is very solid (love the darker outlines for things), I'd even say yours are one of the most 3D-like 2D animatics around/pos.

Also you have a focus on the expressions that make them very raw, like even their feelings are close and personal for us to witness (and bite into, crunchy ehe).

Other also, the use of color is really spicy because it's just a bit here and there like spices are usually just a pinch and enough to make the whole dish more flavored for it! Like Circe and Poseidon's eyes, or when Penelope walks into the hall with the suitors and the background turns danger-red.

I don't think Aphrodite is sexualized, she's so chill with her body she could hang out with Hestia and Athena and none of them would have a problem (Aphrodite is always wearing her charm and to the virgin goddesses the body is but natural), and Circe's seduction is all about power and control, not sexy times.

So yeah, the spice is def there, but it's not necessarily sexy-spice, it's more flavor-spice. I can see people faced with something so solid, raw and touchable and wanting to touch it.

This not to excuse in the least those who harassed you or I heard turned your animatics into bad stuff. Screw them (throwing Aphrodite's dove in their faces like those old memes of cats with cheese slices) praised be your brother with the power of the calculator ahahah

So: spicy but not sexualized; in the way an asexual can be sexy in looks and personality (and write smut) but still uninterested in that aspect for all other intended purposes (I should know).

Just letting you know i LOVE all your Epic animatics 🙏🙏

The extra spice you unapologetically put in some of them makes them stand out more to me and for that they're among my favorites

Hehe thank you! I wouldn't say its extra spicy just cuz I depict nudity more, I mean the tone would be just the same if Circe had clothes on or not. And for Aphrodite's pose she does, it would be still "spicy" even if she had clothing, the dove joke wouldn't land tho... 😅

[notarmedandnotdangerous]

first time posting hi kinda scared

+18 mdni! being a brat and bucky fixes it for you

bucky calls readers cock 'he', no use of y/n, slight overstimulation? not proofread but its okay, i will never type with proper grammar and capitals

word count: >2.3k im not sure

just something ab bucky calling reader 'prince' instead of 'doll' ........ im weak .....

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you’ve been giving bucky an attitude for the past few days, and it was really annoying him. he didn’t question it though, instead he tried to make it up to you. buying you food from the place you like, pastries from the bakery you liked, and coffee from your usual place, but none of it made you lose your attitude.

“what’s your problem, huh? you’ve been acting like a brat, and giving me shit for days now.”

bucky looked at you with a tired, and slightly annoyed expression, after all, it had been almost a whole week of you giving him shit.

“it’s nothing” you hesitated before speaking, the least you could do was respond to him.

unfortunately for you though, bucky got pissed, and picked you up forcefully. he stepped towards your shared room, and threw you on the bed. the sheer force of the impact made you brace your muscles to absorb the impact.

“you think you can just act like that, and get away with it? not with me.” his metal arm gleamed in the light, it was kinda hard not to stare.

bucky stared at you as you scrambled to sit up on the bed. you crawled towards the headboard of the bed. just as you were about to lay your back against it, bucky was quick to pin you down. oh, poor thing, you didn’t know what was coming for you.

“let go of me, buck.” you hissed at him, your tongue full of venom, but you were always just all bark and no bite anyway.

“no, you’re gonna learn to behave, prince.” bucky leaned down to get closer to you, clearly enjoying the way you were writhing under him.

“and i’m definitely gonna enjoy teaching you.” you were about to protest, when all of the sudden he bit into your neck wildly, you let out a whine as your entire body went limp right then and there. that was the moment that you realised, you were absolutely fucked.

“finally giving in, huh? i knew you were gonna be a good” you had no choice but to mewl at the praise. bucky knew exactly how to play his cards, and it was fucking annoying. you blinked hardly to snap yourself out of your trance, to stop yourself from submitting to him.

“ugh, you.. that’s just plain mean.” you spat. “using my weaknesses against me?”

“it’s not mean, its effective.” bucky chuckled, “and you love it.” he spoke, before continuing to kiss down your neck. fuck, he’s gonna be the death of you.

“n-no i don’t..” you spoke breathlessly, biting your lip in an attempt to stay silent. no way in hell were you gonna let this man get what he wanted.

“don’t lie to me, prince, i can feel your body responding.” he grinned, “let’s see how much you really dislike this, hm?” he let you lay your back against the headboard of the bed, before reaching down to tug off your sweatpants.

“t-trust me, i dont..” you were failing to keep my composure now, as bucky let your cock spring free.

“yeah, sure you don’t” bucky wrapped his hand around your cock, stroking slowly just to tease you. “looks like he needs this more than you thought.”

“he?!” you got more and more embarrassed, the way bucky talked about your cock like it was a separate being turned you on even more than it should. it was dirty, sinful even. you couldn’t help it though, tension coiling in your stomach as another bead of precum dripped down your tip.

“yeah, he’s been begging for attention all day.” he purposely dragged out his words, as he switched to his vibranium hand to stroke your cock. “and i’m gonna give him what he wants.”

“its… aah.. so cold..” you tried your best to speak, but an involuntary moan came out of your mouth.

“you like that, don't you?” he leaned down and licked the precum off your head. the warmth of his tongue contrasted against the cool touch of his vibranium arm.

“fuck, i- i dont..” you yelped as he caught you off guard with a lick to your head.

“don’t what? don’t like it? or don’t want to admit it?” bucky wrapped his lips around the head of your cock, sucking gently. “speak up, prince. he’s been begging for attention, all i’ve been doing was just giving him what he deserves.”

you were absolutely speechless, there was something about the way you talked about my cock. it was so embarrassing, yet so arousing.

“tell me what you want, prince. do you want me to suck him harder? faster?” he looked up at you, his eyes full of mischief. “or perhaps, you want me to stop? but that wouldn't be fair for him, would it?” he pressed his thumb to your head, making you wince. all you could do was mewl, all the dirty talk was too much for your pretty little brain to handle anyway.

“can’t make up your mind? that’s okay, i’ll just keep doing what i’m doing until you decide.” bucky took more off your cock into his mouth, sucking, and bobbing his head, before pulling away to speak.

“he’s just.. so hard for me, poor thing. you’ve been punishing him by ignoring me, denying him all the fun and attention.

“don’t.. don’t talk about my cock like that..” you finally spoke, but you were so turned on you were practically twitching in bucky’s hand.

“but he loves it, doesn’t he? he loves it when i talk about him like this, and so do you.” bucky watched in delight as your cock twitched once more. he smirked, using his metal hand to tease the sensitive underside. “he’s begging for more, can’t you see?”

“mmh, f-fuck! oh- oh fuck..” you were caught off guard by him once more, as you practically screamed in response to his actions.

“looks like he’s enjoying this more than you thought.” bucky grinned and leaned down, eagerly taking your cock into his mouth again. his hands reached lower to press against your perineum gently, making your hips buck away from him.

“aw, did you cum too fast? that’s okay, we can always go again.” bucky wiped his mouth, licking off the cum on his cheek. “or maybe you want to try something else?” your cock twitched in response to what he said, making it another perfect opportunity for him to tease you.

“oh, oh fuck, i- i cant..” your hips stuttered as you came, your legs were starting to shake. this might be the hardest you’ve ever came.

“looks like he’s still hungry for more. poor thing, you’ve been neglecting him for so long.” he traced circles on the underside of your cock with his fingers.

“fuck! fuck- oh, mmh..” you were debauched, absolutely ruined, but bucky had barely did anything yet.

“you’re so sensitive now, aren’t you? just a few touches and you’re going wild.” he smirked, continuing to stroke your cock.

“oh my- fuck, n-no, please.. n-not yet.” my eyes rolled back as i struggled to process the overwhelming pleasure.

“not yet? but he’s begging for it, look at him, all red and needy.” bucky stopped to give your cock a light squeeze. “you can’t deny him forever. can you?”

“dont- ugh, dont tease” your breathing was ragged and uneven now. even your voice was getting more and more high pitched.

“i’m not teasing, i’m just giving him what he wants, and i'm starting to think that you want it too.” he leaned down to lick the head of your cock once more, making your eyes squeeze shut at the sensation.

“ah ah, open your eyes, prince. look at me.”

“s-stop, i’m sensitive..” it took you a lot more effort than expected, before you finally opened your eyes. they were unfocused and glassy, while your pupils were blown wide.

“i know, but you’re enjoying it, aren’t you?” bucky smiled and continued to lick and tease your head, slowly driving you crazy. you were absolutely fucked, unable to respond to a simple question the moment he had his tongue on your cock.

“you’re so cute when you’re all flustered like this.” he finally stopped teasing and took your cock into his mouth, sucking gently.

“that’s okay, i’ll make you and him feel better. been a brat for the past few days, just needed me to fuck the attitude out, didnt you?”

“s-stop, mmh.. aah..” you were so fucked out, it was stupid. your senses were overloaded, and it felt like you were on fire. my eyes squeezed shut as you tried to process the overwhelming pleasure.

“aw, but you’re enjoying it. just relax and let me take care of you.” bucky stopped sucking, making you let out a sigh of relief. unfortunately, he started to stroke instead. “want me to make you cum again?”

“b-bucky, please..” your eyelids began to droop. fuck, it was so overwhelming you were about to pass out. you weakly gripped at his wrist, but didn’t apply any pressure as you were too tired for it.

“please what, prince?” he picked up the pace, clearly enjoying the way you were squirming underneath him.

“i- uuh.. mmh.. c-cant!” you whimpered, getting closer to the edge.

“can’t what? can’t cum for me again? want me to stop?” he leaned down and whispered in your ear with that shit-eating grin of his. “it’s up to you, but i think he wants to keep going.”

“i- u-uugh..” you came again, his dirty talk short-circuiting your brain.

“there you go, that’s a good boy.” bucky leaned down to lick the cum off your head, making you shudder in response.

“e- enough, please, i- i can’t take anymore..” you started to kick at him, making him chuckle.

“alright, alright, you did well.” he let go of you, gently kissing your cheeks. fucking finally, you thought. you might just end up dead if he were to keep it up.

[sshiostwordblog]

Alright so um ANOTHER tword rant this time very fucking long (very silly and wholesome and full of stupidity) because I'm tweaking out guys (SOMEONE'S FAULT), so um, whoever doesn't want to read this long ass storytime skip it

But like, I keep talking about this friend often in my posts right? Alright, so um, she's NOT in the community right? I told her about this interest I had from the very beginning, but she didn't get it at first.

Tell me why lately she has been checking my stuff?? TELL ME WHY SHE HAS STARTED TO FEED MY DELUSIONS??? It isn't like her at all. Or at least, she wouldn't have done that last year??? I'm not okay. Tell me why the other day I sent her that comic I drew of me and her and she said "thank you for the info"???? Tell me why when I said I hated her she replied "says the girl who told me her TICKLE spots with a comic"????

why. Must you say. The wretched word. That makes me go all stupid and giddy and flustered.

She didn't do this before??? IT HAS GOTTEN WORSE

Can't say I'm not loving it, not just that but she's getting more affectionate lately.

Anyway, whatever, um, she's been busy lately and I'm very used to treating each other in a "heavy" kinda way??? Like, lots of insults and not usually affectionate comments. There is a hidden layer of obvious affection between the two, we obviously love to spend time together and such but we're not saps too often. Not her at least, maybe me.

She thinks about affectionate things but doesn't voice them out loud, that's why IM TWEAKING OUT RIGHT NOWWW she's getting so affectionate and I'm NOT used to it, she checked my blog and saw all my posts about her (she's gonna be checking this shit too watch) and I can tell that she loves it. I can hear her smiling from the other side of the call, I can hear her giggling to herself and muffling her voice with her pillow. Apparently she loves when I ramble about her.

She saw my recent post talking about her and her dog and told me on call "you wish it was you huh?" And all I could do was sputter whatever stupidity cause she's right and it pisses me off

After she saw that, she went silent for a few minutes and I felt suspicious. I casually asked what she was doing because she's been snooping on my things lately, and she said "I'll gladly show you"

She wrote the following thing.

She wrote.

I'm.

Sje.

U33h3n..HAHSYDYEHE..DI3Y373B..DJEU3HVRTM.EJEU3IHEWIJE.

IM OKAY.

So like um I took a break. Then two. Then rambled and stuttered and sputtered and tweaked out, but now that I calmed down I can confidently say...

I really love her. She makes me happy, she's amazing. Not just because of the tickle stuff but in general. The fact that she wrote this so sweetly, smiled and giggled to herself when she heard my reaction, the fact that she does this on purpose. The fact that she's expressing how she feels about me even more, the fact that she's getting more confident about showing me these things.

Because yes, keep doing it. I love it. I love reading it. I love your stupidity and the things you do for me. Talk more to me about your favorite characters, tell me more about the scenarios that come to mind when you think about us. It doesn't have just something I like, but in general. She makes me so unreasonably happy and she doesn't realize it.

You'll think it's over, but she wrote more. Here it is.

yup. Um. Friends. Right. We're. Um. Right. I'm not okay.

I really needed to get all the sweet things out of my chest and all the things I think about her, sorry for my moots who might come across my stupid ranting. I wanna get to hold her too and praise her and tell her how amazing she is (things bros would do ☝️☝️) and just cherish her because what the fuck. I'll go to sleep with a smile on my face tonight because of her and all of the things she said.

And I hope I get to have this effect on her too one day. I like when she smiles. She has a pretty smile and the sweetest of giggles, even if she doesn't realize it. She might have to watch out for the wave of affection that will come once we're reunited.

And I think that's pretty much it. Surely other special things happened, but if I were to put everything in here nobody would read it sooo I'll just stop here heydkhdkdhd yup if anyone went through this whole thing congratulations

[fafodill]

And also if he's being too friendly and messing with him on purpose, it's exactly like when they were back in school! Severus won't be taken seriously, because with bullies, most of the time they do things inconspicuous enough to not be too obvious. We know James and Sirius got to being very violent with time, but most of it must have been stealing stuff, whispering horrible things, insulting him, stupid little spells to tie his shoelaces, make him trip and hurt himself, ruining his work, stalking him and making him paranoid etc. All of those things are really hard to prove, if not impossible!

So it would be really fair of Severus to not trust Remus and expect him to be messing with him again! Out of old spite, out of habit, out of pettiness, out of contempt, pick your poisons. And it's unfair for him all over again. Severus in PoA must have been distressed more than usual because this shit must have been triggering as fuck. AND he was supposed to brew Remus his potion! Of course he did it because Dumbledore asked him to, of course he did it because he wanted the students and staff to be safe, but inside of him was still a traumatized 15yo who almost DIED because of this same werewolf. I'm sure he was confident in his capacity to brew the potion but don't tell me he wasn't extra focused on it and not feeling good while doing it.

Also sorry but the slap in the face from Dumbledore is out of this world. 'You want us to be safe from the werewolf? Do it yourself. It's your responsibility.'

The werewolf he had allowed on school ground back then! The werewolf Dumbledore didn't protect him from back then and who wasn't punished for it either! I swear to god I struggle to accept the headcanon that Snape might have considered Dumbledore a friend.

But coming back to Remus, MAYBE he's actually really trying to do better by Severus in a very awkward and clumsy way. Severus is intimidating and I could totally imaging him giving Remus the cold shoulder at best from day 1, so how is the other man supposed to approach him? He might have tried a few times to engage conversation and Severus, being spiteful, wary and uninterested just stormed out after insulting him... where do you go from this except maybe try in little ways to show him 'hey I'd like to be friendly'?

Still doesn't excuse the potion being forgotten.

Or... maybe this could have been a plot to force Severus to come to him and try to talk?

Lupin is the only one of the Marauders who notices Snape's talents in potions and Occlumency

Well, Remus is... not the worst.

As I said, I'm conflicted about him. Some people say he's a huge hypocrite with Severus, acting all polite and everything but that it's just an act, a way of saying 'I'm better than you, look at me being all cordial.'

Or maybe he's genuinely trying to be nice and get past their history. And it's not working because Severus is extremely spiteful.

And I mean... it's nice to praise his skills, but maybe apologizing and taking accountability would have been better? -_-

[sparxyv]

Ravenclaw Buddies 💙

would you join them? 😗

[icewindandboringhorror]

One of the interesting bits of trying to resume working on the game after so long is looking back at my ancient Draft Placeholder versions of an image from 4 yrs ago trying to remember what the hell I meant back then, to hopefully interpret it into some more final (ish..) form of the same thing .. making slow progress lol

[m00ngbin]

Take some Teru concepts I made while I finish up the last few things I'm drawing!!!

I'm so sorry they're taking so long I have had a really long week 😭

Go read The Forgotten Son pretty pretty please :3 it's by @teruthecreator on ao3 and it's so good. You'll love it I promise

Oh um this is me editing this, I originally forgot to actually tag him when first I posted this. ANYWAYS HE USES THE SAME NAME ON AO3 AS HE DOES ON HERE

[freakinator]

yknow with tthe whole cc!kab rping an actual character rather than just being herself with extra steps thing i should prbs talk about her character in a different way compared to other lsers cause it feels wrong to talk about her in the same way that i do for the others when she plays in such a significantly different way

[egginfroggin]

I usually try not to get too negative on my blog, but I have to say that one thing that I'm worried about with AI art is the possible accusations that could be placed on people with certain artstyles (surrealism, hyperrealism, etc.) that are more prone to the "uncanny valley" effect, or even just artists who are in that midway point where most of a piece looks great but there's a few things that are anatomically questionable.

I think it's fine for people to have suspicions, but I'm worried that people will come to expect things such as progress videos or shots as a given, and that this will intimidate young or new artists, making them feel incredibly pressured to provide things that they shouldn't have to. And, speaking from experience, pressure does not do good things to the creative mind.

I'm worried that people will start seeing inconsistencies or awkward anatomy and immediately react with accusations of AI. It's happening on other platforms, and probably also on Tumblr, and as much as I dislike AI, I think that people need to learn to slow down and really look at something before making that accusation.

What good will stamping out AI with vigor do if innocent artists get caught in the crossfire and stop creating out of fear? What good will it do if the next generation of artists is too scared to share and inspire each other?

Genuinely, I would personally rather deal with AI images existing while still being able to freely share my actual works than I would deal with tiptoeing around very real people who would dismiss my hours of work (and musculoskeletal pain) as worthless and not real. Let artists still be free for goodness' sake.

I can be more thoroughly worded later if anyone asks, and this will probably be sorely misinterpreted, but I just need to get this out and I'm tired.

TLDR: It's fine to be against AI-generated images, but please check yourself and be careful who you accuse of using such technology before you get someone innocent caught up in it. AI-generated art isn't great, and neither is putting down someone's hard work as fake.

[campingwithmonsters]

A relatively new addition to the cast of Duck Duck Goose, this is the malevolent and ill-tempered Little Bo Peep!

A ruthless little girl of blood and wool, she’s got a thin patience to those that oppose the goal of the sheep. She’s got quite the arsenal around her— a widespread flock of friendly looking little lambs that are much less cutesy when in battle. With relentless little manic sheep that are spotted all over the place, the sheep are spoken to have a vendetta against canine-kind and all things wolf-related, as they’ve grown tired of being thrown around and hunted so mercilessly by all the real big bad wolves of the world. When prey becomes predator, a leader is to be crowned to remind of the motive— and this is where Bo Peep— a girl perfectly fit for the job— comes into play.

Little Bo Peep is the human protector of these wooly little animals, and she’s been crowned to represent what they want— revenge; against all who have ever feasted their chop and harvested their wool. She’s uptight and snobbish— a total brat far too spoiled beyond repair. She makes the utmost perfect host for controlling, frolicking alongside the flock as it continues to flourish and grow. The sheep and their leader are the living proof not to trust all things cute and cuddly. In fact, they’re all proof that trust is a fragile virtue granted and destroyed— all you have to do is look into the gaze of Bo Peep the wrong way and you’ll find yourself with wool over your eyes!

Special thanks to @pazam, @menthum-mint and @shroingushour for some help with ideas for the finalized design! I had a little bit of trouble making her outfit a little more interesting initially, haha!

[keeps-ache]

ggghhg i hate vehiclessssssss ghghghhghhhhh [dies dies dies forever]

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

The I feel like she sees me line being said to Eddie who is the person that truly sees Buck for all that he is. Are we supposed to take this line at face value which would indicate piss poor writing because they needed to rush to a horrible ending or do we take it as Buck being an unreliable narrator? What was the audience supposed to interpret from Buck saying that, were we truly supposed to believe him or we supposed to be pissed at Buck for saying this to the one person that truly sees Buck?

Good morning to me, I guess.

I'm assuming you haven't really seen people's reactions in the fandom on tumblr because I feel like I saw this said in quite a few posts going around, but you are absolutely not supposed to take this line at face value. I'm surprised that people think you should. 9-1-1 has from the beginning had a habit of turning friendships into romantic relationships (Bathena and Madney) and taking their time with these things rather than having an instalove situation. Even Karen and Hen, who meet when they're set up on a date together, don't instantly fall in love. I do not think they would set Eddie or Buck up for an endgame relationship with a woman by having them date that woman immediately, even if they didn't plan to make Buddie canon.

Buck is clearly struggling post-death. He's lost and once again looking for the answer from a romantic partner. He did a lot of growth in regards to his family relationships this season but not his romantic ones. Remember, his couch ended up destroyed and he asked his latest girlfriend to pick the new one out for him. Again. He's still not picking his own damn couch. After being unable to sleep on the one his mom gave him but passed out instantly on Eddie's where he ran to feel safe.

If people think this is all, somehow, an accident or the writers are doing this without knowing what they're doing, then I can't help you. Do you also think the symbolism I put into my fanfics are a total accident? Do you guys think I picked the name of the poem "Fuchsia Emerald Alizarin Rose" just because the colors are fun and they accidentally spell out F.E.A.R. or do you think maybe I did that absolutely 100% on purpose and was waiting for someone to realize?

Buck saying that to Eddie is 100% supposed to make the audience raise their eyebrows. Especially when we see Eddie's reaction. He's confused and he's hurt and he's annoyed. Eddie then spends his next few lines showing Buck (and us) that he sees Buck. Buck misses it, it goes right over his head, but the audience is shown that Buck is wrong and Eddie sees him.

I think there was a lot of internal stuff going on behind the scenes way high up the ladder that meant Buddie didn't happen this season. No, I don't mean that in a tinhatting way, I just mean that they knew Fox wouldn't renew them, they didn't know if they'd get picked up somewhere else, Fox hasn't promoted or cared about this show the way it has its other shows in a while, and I think it's pretty clear there was shuffling and changes going on with 6B. So I think things had to be put off. Similar to the pandemic, where I genuinely wonder what kind of season four we would've gotten if we'd had the full 18 episodes and hadn't had to work around Covid. I think that when we know there was a big shift going on behind the scenes, we need to have some grace and patience in how that will effect the story that's told on screen.

But I think that this default to "everything good we see on our screens is an accident and the writers are making shitty choices" is a horrible bad faith argument, and it's exhausting. Aren't you exhausted? I'm exhausted. Fandom shouldn't treat the writing and production team like their enemies any more than the writing and production team should treat the fans like their enemies in some kind of war they have to win (looking at you, GoT showrunners).

We are supposed to be annoyed that Buck is missing the point. We are supposed to see Buck's yearning to be a husband and a father, and how he's missing what's right in front of him. We are supposed to put two and two together and see that Eddie was hurt by Buck's words, that Eddie sees Buck, that Eddie is Buck's safe place, and that Eddie in that moment decided he might not have a chance with Buck and needs to move on, because previously we saw Eddie admit he wants romance again but he doesn't want to go out on dates, we saw his aunt say she met her husband through work, we saw him say 'we have time' and then we saw him immediately after Buck tells him about this new girl who "sees him" flee to visit his mother and then immediately actually try dating. On a meta level this is also because Eddie needs confidence in himself as a romantic partner and needs some more experience under his belt before he's ready to take the plunge with Buck, but in Eddie's mind, I think it's pretty clear he feels Buck will never want him back and he's trying to find the love he wants somewhere else, even if his heart is still Buck's.

So that's what I think. I think it's not explicitly spelled out for a few reasons, but frankly if one of them was a woman we wouldn't need it explicitly spelled out and personally I kinda like that it's not. Something that annoys me with M/F pairings is the constant "we all know you two like each other" talks from third parties that half the time aren't about the characters but are about the audience, to either tell the audience SEE THEY LIKE EACH OTHER THAT'S WHAT THIS IS ABOUT or to give the audience some fanservice while the characters aren't ready to get together. I don't need to be pandered to that way, thank you, so I'm a fan of the slightly more subtle approach that I, personally, see going on with Buddie.

If you or anyone else disagrees with me and feels it was just "piss poor writing" then that's entirely your right. I'd just appreciate it if people who feel that way would stop watching the show, and stop putting their complaints into the inboxes of people who clearly do enjoy the show.

TL;DR - You answered your own question, Buck is an unreliable narrator (and always has been) and we are supposed to be frustrated he said this to Eddie who has proven time and again (and does so in that very scene) that he sees Buck.